Disclaimer: TB does not belong to be because if it did, Mirka would have looked far more proportional in the anime.
Trinity Blood
Theme 27
Mimic
A little girl with golden curls and garnet eyes squats by the blue pond watching the reflection in the water. No one will play with her. The little noble brats call her a freak and the servants' children are too scared of her. All she has are her dolls to keep her company.
She thinks that they're just being mean; it's not her fault that she can't control her powers yet. It infuriates her whenever she thinks of them and whoops, her hair is slowly melting into a dark red which happens whenever she is upset. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wills the strands back to their usual gold, viciously whispering under her breath "yellow yellow yellow" over and over again.
Sometimes, she likes to imagine that she was empress and then she could order all of them to play with her, and shut up their taunting for good. That would be nice. And if anyone of them dared to laugh at her, she would throw them out of Byzantium forever and ever and ever. That would be nice too, but it would never happen.
It frustrates her sometimes, the lack of power to do anything and she swipes her hand cross the water surface sending ripples over the still pond, burying her face in her arms. When she looks up, there is another reflection staring back at her as well. Short black hair falls neatly around a pretty face set with large olive eyes. The new-comer smiles as she turns around to face her.
"Hi, I'm Seth and you would be Mirka."
Blood red eyes blink curiously at her, somewhat surprised at the interruption of her sulking. It does not occur to Mirka to be weary of the fact that this stranger knows her name. The girl's next words cause her eyes to widen and her small mouth to drop open.
"How would like to be empress?"
Her hand is outstretched towards Mirka, lips curved in a mischievous smile as she watches the little golden haired girl. Mirka does not understand very well yet, but she takes her hand anyway because her heart tells her to do so.
Presently, Mirka is the Duchess of Moldova; head of the secret council and second in power in the empire only to the empress herself. On some days, she plays the role of ruler and now she knows how childish her little-girl fantasies were because she could never ever live up to the expectations of a nation.
No one adores Seth more than she does, because she is the only one who knows the burdens of being the mother of the Methuselah and she will lay down her life because it seems like such an insignificant thing next to the sacrifices her empress has made. So she always tries to do her job to the best of her abilities.
She has perfected being Seth down to an art, the way she talks, imperious tone with underlying gentleness, the way she moves, actions fluid and graceful, even the way she watches people, gaze relentless and unblinking. Sometimes, she forgets what it is like to be Mirka after these long periods of play, but in the end, she knows that it is all worth it, because no one that has been or who will ever be can compare to the eternal queen.